I have to say that this past year has been without a doubt one of the best ever. I sat and read the blog I wrote on the day I turned 40 and smiled to myself. I was so worried and nervous about it all that I failed to notice the huge amount of love and support I had around me.
In my blog dated 11/5/2011 I wrote the following paragraph......
They say that life begins at 40.....but so do fallen arches, rheumatism, faulty eye sight and the tendency to tell a story to the same person 3 or 4 times.
Well I say bring it on......if my arches fall I will wear stilettos, if rheumatism comes along I wont have to go to the gym any more, if my eyes go wrong then that's a great excuse to eat someone else's pudding and claim that I thought it was mine and as for telling a story more than once, well I do that anyway so what the hell.
So lets analyse the above mentioned shall we.
As well as worrying about all of that the main thing that bothered me was that I would feel different. Well that's true in many ways, I do feel different. Its like a switch has been turned on in my head and suddenly I can see things so much clearer. People that are in my life are there because I want them there and not just because I should have them in it. I suddenly appreciate all the little things that I took for granted before, all the small gestures of kindness that I come across each day and all the smiles that greet me.
The kids are suddenly becoming self sufficient and The Husband and I find ourselves alone most Saturday evenings while the kids are off out at sleepovers and get togethers. We have reverted to becoming extremely childish ourselves and laugh until we cannot breathe. The kids (when home) just look on in total embarrassment and then do that thing where they glance at each other and as if telepathic, then both roll their eyes in unison.
Sundays are family days, and we all make sure we are in each others company. I want my kids to look back with fond memories of our Sunday strolls and dinner round the table and their Dad doing his groovy dance moves as he cooks Sunday lunch. While I look on helplessly laughing.
Its a shame that it has taken me this long to really feel comfortable in my own skin and stop worrying about what every other bugger thinks. I am going to cherish the last few years of the kids actually wanting to come on holiday with us and am going to enjoy watching them grow up to be the amazing adults that I know they will be.
Love You All